Curious

Inquiry

Sitting in the same silence

under the same weight of being

a queer peace of mind

or the melancholy of acceptance

I find it's not just my surroundings

or the company I keep

but perpetuality

This must be how it is

Lamentation is the whiskey

that gets my rocks off

so to speak

this pervasive sense of bleak

constant for my generation i suppose

am I sick or is this how we are?

are we all sick?

and of the cure

speak nothing of the cure

Reviews

[Moonie]

"Lamentation is the whiskey" -- that's my favourite line from here!! The line itself describes the very essence of the whole poem to me... Love the end! Good writing!!